Jerry? Find 'm. Find 'm."

All that Jerry knew was that Skipper wanted something. He must find
something that Skipper wanted, and he was eager to serve. He pranced
about aimlessly and willingly for a space, while Skipper's urging cries
increased his excitement. Then he was struck by an idea, and a most
definite idea it was. The circle of boys broke to let him through as he
raced for'ard along the starboard side to the tight-lashed heap of trade-
boxes. He put his nose into the opening where the wild-dog laired, and
sniffed. Yes, the wild-dog was inside. Not only did he smell him, but
he heard the menace of his snarl.

He looked up to Skipper questioningly. Was it that Skipper wanted him to
go in after the wild-dog? But Skipper laughed and waved his hand to show
that he wanted him to search in other places for something else.

He leaped away, sniffing in likely places where experience had taught him
cockroaches and rats might be. Yet it quickly dawned on him that it was
not such things Skipper was after. His heart was wild with desire to
serve, and, without clear purpose, he began sniffing legs of black boys.

This brought livelier urgings and encouragements from Skipper, and made
him almost frantic. That was it. He must identify the boat's crew and
the return boys by their legs. He hurried the task, passing swiftly from
boy to boy, until he came to Lerumie.

And then he forgot that Skipper wanted him to do something. All he knew
was that it was Lerumie who had broken the taboo of his sacred person by
laying hands on him, and that it was Lerumie who had thrown him
overboard.